Here are the thoughts and images of one who aims humbly for that one treasure known as Enlightenment, Moksha, Nirvana, or The Kingdom of Heaven. I share with the reader the little insight and experience I am given on this quest of Love. I will have nothing new to say, but the way I express it will be genuine and honest. If a single phrase or painting come to be helpful to others, this whole mess will be worth the while.
Well met, traveller.

Friday, March 9, 2012

The Single Light

When it comes to art, I'm currently
working on a series of paintings, which I think I will continue for
some time ahead. In periods where I manage a more sincere spiritual
effort my heart seems to sing out for one "thing" only, and all other
interests fall away and look like silly pastime play. I
find myself embracing expressions I can manage from a point of
emptiness - ways of painting that require no thought or story.
Painting becomes synonymous with meditation.

2 comments:

like ya paintings sweet brotha. Spring will cum to the spanish(nacka) forestpaths anyday now.You could find yourself on a promenado through these lands soon we hope or sitting by water with a stick in hand waiting.So long / Peeta, the runner monkey of Elta

Sounds pleasant indeed. I have long desired to be there, and time will cross these forest patsh with mine, I'm certain. In the meanwhile: There are only so many knives a Juggler can handle. Adding one too many, will make him drop them all, and wound himself. Who then will keep his beloved knifes flying? Love!